17 November 2009

you disarm me

i flash my blade
securely naive
when with a whisk
my rapier falls
and i stand
naked
unprotected

with a word
you cut easily
through my defenses
carefully crafted
verbal barricades
you treat like matchsticks
a puff from your mouth
and they fall away

ironically
in my weakness
i tremble
but not from fear

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